Redhawk Caldera Crush toast.

The sound of bones cracking and the jerk of flesh between her teeth could only trigger one response: Carolina was playing tug, now, and put all of her bodyweight into it just like always. She growled viciously (adorably, because she was still just a puppy) and attempted to yank the prize free of her brother's jaws — only to fall on her ass when he was content just to have the rabbit dead.

Carolina panted while he spoke, winded from the chase and stressed by his lack of aggressively, obsessively competitive spirit. It was between one sharply drawn breath and the next that she declared,

"Gigi."